I think I’ve done a terrible thing
I’m still feel afraid to my core of someone finding out
I offered a strange man a ride to his home
He was walking under the hot Texas sun, holding his groceries
Late 40s, black man, blue shirt and jeans –
I am NOT supposed to talk to strangers but
something about him compelled me to put my plans on hold
I debated for a good amount of time and watched him walk a few blocks
I rolled down the car’s window to give my offer which he accepted
We had a nice conversation about the weather
The entire time, I was terrified of my life because Stranger Danger
The man was nice, told me he’d lived in same town as me since 1976
His house was right next to a church with a large chunk of land
I did a good deed. I did not die. I did not get hurt. He thanked me.
Why do I still feel as though I’ve done something terrible?
Because in today’s world, helping a stranger automatically means danger
Time to change that and it starts with me
Pass it forward!